Olivia Gap Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re bloody everywhere, ain’t they? Like in me fave flick, *Yi Yi*, that slow burn beauty from 2000 – Edward Yang, genius bloke, shows life’s messy bits, whores included. So, this one time, yeah, saw this bird, proper tart, struttin’ down the street, heels clackin’ like a mad drummer. Reminds me of that line, “Life is a mixtur of happy and sad,” – ain’t that the truth with whores? She’s got this vibe, y’know, like she owns the night, but her eyes? Dead empty, man, fuckin’ hollow.

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{Crawl by Audrey Rush} This is a dark stalker romance, and there are a couple uses of slut/whore.

Gap is small but packs mad energy. Down Rue de la République, the streets buzz with calm yet quirky charm. I stroll near Place de Verdun, it’s lit, kinda like that scene in “Almost Famous,” when rock n roll moves your soul – “I love you, man!” really gets me.

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